Whitey tastes a trio of swoon-worthy new releases made with fruit from the Willunga escarpment hills near Kuitpo.
As forecast for many years, Australia's obsession with exporting bargain basement plonk flounders big-time in one of our greatest export markets, writes Philip White.
The concepts of 'modern' and 'approachable' seem limited at the giant French house in charge of the venerable Jacob's Creek label, writes Philip White.
Despite its extremes of climate, this year will always be remembered by wine writer Philip White as the vintage when we lost the delightful John Clarke.
Whitey reminds us of how lucky we are to have Paracombe.
Whitey thanks the Italians that his first ever glug was the G-drop.